Souvenirs

For I’m enveloped in the past,
Yet, surrounded by the present,
O! I dither and fret
Being a conformist
And becoming obsolete
In a world I never aged
And withered in.

For I live in the cemetery of my souvenirs,
Do not bother
To bring me flowers.
Or more souvenirs.
For I rest and float
On the layers of mementoes
Of so many yesterdays
And whilom moments.

For I’m confined by fading memories,
Lost days and uncertain presents,
Do not haze and fade
Only to be bound
Beneath the beyond.